Felt on edge while late one night
Paced back and forth – an exercise.
Walking from parents’ bedroom
Into dining room of no lights.
Kept looking into the darkness
With closet light behind our back.
Saw my reflection straight ahead
In a picture and shiny glass.
Of my shadow I made picture.
Clasped my hands on top of my head
A big eyeball formed from my head
With arms as outlines of an eye
I kept staring, amused myself
What came next was darkened stealth
A shadow walked from left to right
Rather quickly and out of sight
A man looked downward to the floor
Had a slouch as he walked on by
With unseen hands inside pockets?
Hairy body system was raised!
Author’s note: A poem about my observation on August 2007 (maybe on the day of 23rd but I am not too sure since I’ve been quite lazy about journalizing on a daily basis recently). Shadow people do exist. Once again due to the instantaneous nature of these sightings, a photo or video was not available to capture this paranormal event.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…